I pull into the parking lot and, while I feel there is something very wrong about using a cell phone in such a place, I call my parents to see where they are
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I have big bright glaring dreams that open themselves unexpectedly upon anyone who will listen. I have small burrowing doubts that give in, too often, to denial. I secretly love the passing of beautiful souls, but I harbor the ones that stay for tea or romance. I needlessly cling to beauty when I find it. How very un-Zen-like of me.
You're okay, really you are. Try not to forget it. Don't worry so much about being a wreck. Remember to not get too hokey, and not to fall in love too quickly. Remember to take care of yourself and try not to be a bitter bitch.